Wednesday, March 19, 2003

eh, this is another song i'm in love with.

fred by stephen lynch

when i was a boy of ten,
i had a very best fren
fred was kind, with good intent
but just a little different

oh, special fred,
momma dropped him on his head
now he's not so bright instead,
he's just a little bit special.

we played tag, and fred got hurt
we played soldier, he ate dirt.
i like maths and spelling bees,
fred like talking to a tree.

oh, special fred,
momma dropped him on his head,
now she keeps him in the shed
he's just a little bit special

i ran track, hang out at malls
fred ran head first into walls
i got girls and lots of clothes,
fred had names for all his toads

oh, special fred,
momma dropped him on his head
now he thinks he's a piece of bread.
he's just a little bit special.

(outro)
one day talking to my special fred,
he took a brick and swung at my head
and as he sat there laughing at me,
that's when i realised special fred made me special too.

now i laugh as i count bugs,
i give strangers great bear hugs
beside me, fred is fine.
he's a freaking einstein.

oh, special fred to me
we are not that different, you see
now we are not that bright instead
we are a little bit special.
gilbert at 5:30 PM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}